"What did you do that for?" she snapped angrily. "Why didn't you let me tell him about the poor girl in New Orleans?" Glancing over his shoulder at the closed door and then putting a finger to his mouth, he motioned for her to follow him. Indecisively Sabrina glared at the door and then at Carlos's retreating figure. Her features set in stubborn lines, she turned reluctantly and walked in the direction Carlos had taken. When they reached the front courtyard, Carlos stopped and looked at her. Heavily he said, "It is obvious that your father is completely within Dangermond's control." When Sabrina appeared unmoved by that statement, he added urgently, "Don't you see, I couldn't let you say anything about that girl—he wouldn't believe us. He might even think that we had made up the entire tale, that we were maliciously trying to discredit Dangermond in his eyes." A mutinous expression on her face, Sabrina retorted hotly, "My father would never believe such a thing of me! But it's a risk I'm willing to take.
